1  Alas! And did my Savior bleed?

       And did my Sov'reign die,

    Would He devote that sacred head

       For such a worm as I?

 2  Was it for sins that I had done

       He groaned upon the tree?

    Amazing pity! Grace unknown!

       And love beyond degree!

 3  Well might the sun in darkness hide,

       And shut his glories in,

    When the incarnate Maker died

       For man, His creature's sin.

 4  Thus might I hide my blushing face

       While His dear cross appears

    Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

       And melt mine eyes to tears.

 5  But drops of grief can ne'er repay

       The debt of love I owe;

    Here, Lord, I give myself away:

       'Tis all that I can do.